Talking In My Sleep

One thing that’s clear from Gill’s cute little story here is that she makes much more sense in her sleep than Carin does.

When I was10-years-old, my dad and I had a backyard camp out.  For context, there was plenty of room for the tent as we lived in the country.  My dad, whose business sometimes required him to get up and sleep at weird hours, got up around five.

What Was Said?

I thought I said “five O’clock already?”  but as we ate dinner that evening I brought it up to my dad who said, “No, Gill, you actually said, I love you daddy.”


Cute or too cute?

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